Things I Won’t Be Able to Do…But Will I Miss Them?

October 23, 2010 at 4:57 pm (Randomness, Uncategorized) (, , , )

Getting pregnant means a lot of changes both physically and mentally for us. Mentally I’ll have to accept that we’re going to be responsible for that life that’s growing inside me. And sharing our lives with another person, having that person basically become our lives? It’s a lot to take in.

Physically? I don’t know how I’m going to adapt to another being inside me. Depending on me for its’ food and well being. I’ll be more aware than ever that I can’t eat the double quarter pounder with cheese and large fries. I won’t be able to start my day with 32oz of coffee with non-dairy creamer and splenda. Working out 3-5 times a week? Who knows if I’ll have the energy or will to do that anymore.

And I’ll have to give up beer.

That’s HUGE. I love beer. It’s my guilty pleasure, given how  I’ve started watching my carbs and calorie intake. There are very few things that throw off my diet like beer. Because I can’t have just one. Probably two or three. Yikes.  So today, in honor of the Giants game, I’m on my second Blue Moon.  456 calories. No more food tonight!


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Things That Keep Me Up At Night

October 21, 2010 at 2:43 pm (Baby on the Brain) (, , , )

This is no small thing. I want to do everything I can to keep our child from being teased, bullied, or looked at as if he/she is different. Our kid will already be facing an uphill battle: 2 moms (although I know it’s much, much easier for us than it is for people who don’t live in a major metropolitan, fairly liberal area and who don’t have as many legal rights as we will right from the get-go), most likely there will be weight issues, even if we find a donor who is 5’10” and weighs 90 lbs. What really worries me? In the wake of the past month’s tragedies involving LGBTQ kids and the unbearable sorrow at the loss of those young lives this seems trivial. But this is me just in my head. I won’t be able to bring our child up in Los Angeles as a San Francisco Giants fan. I don’t think I can subject him or her to the kind of ridicule they’ll receive for wearing the black and orange instead of blue and white. Is that silly of me? I am a Giants fan. I’ve always been a Giants fan. I love my team. I don’t hate the Dodgers. But I can’t stomach the possibility that they’ll grow up loving those boys in blue more than MY team. It’s kind of ridiculous to be thinking of something seemingly so trivial when we’ve not even decided to meet with my OB/GYN.

I’m becoming one of those people for whom every thought is colored by the “baby crazies”. Blegh.

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